In honor of my birthday which is today, June 1st and in honor of the new
addition to the Harry Potter movies (which I will be seeing on June 6th) I
wrote this one shot (Aren't I a self centered brat?).
I DONT OWN HARRY POTTER (although I wish I did cries)
Harry tossed and turned on the eve of his sixteenth birthday. He wasn't asleep, even though he had been trying for hours on end. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't. Something was on his mind.
What if his mother and father could see him today? He never met them, but he felt a loss for what he could have had. The memory of his parents had saved him, aided him, and comforted him many times, but he never actually had them with him.
James Potter; an amazing seaker and brilliant, though conceded, man. He was a trouble maker who could give the Weasley twins a run for their money. James had figured out how to become an animagi, and could turn into a stag at will. He was a good man who many people respected.
Lily Potter; a sweet person who was muggle born, but still was superb at magic and earned respect of many. Despite the fact that she ahd a rotten sister, she still was a kind person. She was the only person who could drag James back to the ground. Charms were her speciality.
And then there was Sirius Black, his god-father, who had passed away just a few months ago. It was his fault that Sirius had died. Sirius was James' best friend and partner in crime. He was the best man and James' wedding and been defending Harry as best he could since he escaped from Azkaban.
They had given their life for Harry when he was a baby. His mother's charm had saved him from Voldemort in his first year at Hogwarts. In his third year his god-father had tried to help him and his father came to protect him through a Patronus charm. In his fourth year, Sirius had helped Harry through the tournament and his mother and father's memory shadows helped him escape Voldemort once more. In his fifth year. . . Sirius had come to save Harry's life, and lost his own in the process.
His birthday today. No real heartfelt family left. No god-parents left. The only things left for him were to go back to Hogwarts, see his friends, and then defeat Voldemort. After that it would all be over. It was in this time of his life that Harry missed his family most. The Dursleys didn't want him, and he needed someone who does.
At the stroke of midnight, Harry shut his eyes, and drifted to sleep. Sleep was where he could escape and dream of something more, of something better. As dreams took him, in his mind he heard three soft voices, two male, one female, whisper in his ear "Happy birthday Harry."
I DONT OWN HARRY POTTER (although I wish I did cries)
Harry tossed and turned on the eve of his sixteenth birthday. He wasn't asleep, even though he had been trying for hours on end. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't. Something was on his mind.
What if his mother and father could see him today? He never met them, but he felt a loss for what he could have had. The memory of his parents had saved him, aided him, and comforted him many times, but he never actually had them with him.
James Potter; an amazing seaker and brilliant, though conceded, man. He was a trouble maker who could give the Weasley twins a run for their money. James had figured out how to become an animagi, and could turn into a stag at will. He was a good man who many people respected.
Lily Potter; a sweet person who was muggle born, but still was superb at magic and earned respect of many. Despite the fact that she ahd a rotten sister, she still was a kind person. She was the only person who could drag James back to the ground. Charms were her speciality.
And then there was Sirius Black, his god-father, who had passed away just a few months ago. It was his fault that Sirius had died. Sirius was James' best friend and partner in crime. He was the best man and James' wedding and been defending Harry as best he could since he escaped from Azkaban.
They had given their life for Harry when he was a baby. His mother's charm had saved him from Voldemort in his first year at Hogwarts. In his third year his god-father had tried to help him and his father came to protect him through a Patronus charm. In his fourth year, Sirius had helped Harry through the tournament and his mother and father's memory shadows helped him escape Voldemort once more. In his fifth year. . . Sirius had come to save Harry's life, and lost his own in the process.
His birthday today. No real heartfelt family left. No god-parents left. The only things left for him were to go back to Hogwarts, see his friends, and then defeat Voldemort. After that it would all be over. It was in this time of his life that Harry missed his family most. The Dursleys didn't want him, and he needed someone who does.
At the stroke of midnight, Harry shut his eyes, and drifted to sleep. Sleep was where he could escape and dream of something more, of something better. As dreams took him, in his mind he heard three soft voices, two male, one female, whisper in his ear "Happy birthday Harry."